Just got home

Haul of hampers

Wrists all wrinkled

From the day I dragged around

Three towns over

There and back again

Chasing quarters

Like they’re wishes in the ground

Spin cycle soul

My honest will to stay clean

Soap and water on my sleeves

Tumble dry these old routines

I’m racking change to wash my mind

Time flashes by

But I still try

This is my quiet holy thing

My honest will to stay clean

Plastic basket

Red mark on my hand

Watched the glass

’til the colors blurred to white

Sat there thinking

As the sweaters swam

How many stains

Am I hiding from the light

Spin cycle soul

My honest will to stay clean

Soap and water on my sleeves

Tumble dry these old routines

I’m racking change to wash my mind

Time flashes by

But I still try

This is my quiet holy thing

My honest will to stay clean

Every shirt

Every small regret

Round and round

’til they all get rinsed

Hold my thoughts

While the minutes drip

I pay in coins

For a little peace

Spin cycle soul

My honest will to stay clean

Soap and water on my sleeves

Tumble dry these old routines

I’m racking change to wash my mind

Time flashes by

But I still try

This is my quiet holy thing

My honest will to stay clean